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They Came Knocking On My Door At 7 A.M.
they had a warrant out for my arrest
"what's your name? where's your identification"
i was half naked so they didn't come inside
figuring they'd caught me mid-fuck
they were right
coitus interruptus LAPD is a drag
i showed 'em alias #3
they said "oh, well where is she??"
i said, "man, she was staying here, but she
hooked up with some niggah and split"
i went back into the bedroom
you were naked and still hungry, curious
"what was that all about"
i laughed, took off the rag i was wearing
eased into the sheets next to you
we started fucking again
but things had changed
Written by Wanda Coleman
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